My wife Abby is back in the hospital, this time for a bout of lower lobe pneumonia. The acute phase is over, but her recovery, like her difficult illness in August, is achingly slow.
It is stretching me thin.
One thing everybody tells me is “take care of yourself.” On paper, I know what that means, but I also know my duty to my wife, and that being true to that means I might not be able to always take care of myself.
So I’m eating and sleeping, but those activities are tainted by worry and frustration.
A bright spot in this otherwise cheerless entry is that longtime friend Ann Dicus baked us a pecan pie and sent it along with a kind, empathetic card today. Thank you, Ann.
We got some excellent advice from a caregiver when my dad was ill—they said to my mom “you need to take care of yourself so when Bill gets better he has a healthy wife to be with. He will need a wife not an ill caregiver”.
Easier said than done and they said it more eloquently, but a nugget of truth none the less. You and Abby are in our prayers .